December 21st the official start of winter. It is the shortest day and longest night and signals the beginning of the difficult road...

The lone fox walked across Eighty Acres and left his footprints in the snow. I don't know from where he came or where he went, but he...

Far above Eighty Acres the rotund moon marched across the night sky. Just as the sun was about to chase it away, the moon seemed to pause...

The black snake softly hissed to me as I walked by the Eighty Acres cherry tree. I stopped and gazed into the snake's deep and empty inky...

Please forgive me my love for my silence. Forgive me for my distance. Forgive me for being lost in thought. Even though we are standing...

The story of the crab apple tree began this spring when it awoke with an explosion of red and pink blossoms. Bees and butterflies were...

Tonight the Earth Mother's sky was crystal clear with a thousand stars suspended in the night sky. No breeze, a deep stillness, and I...

Folklore has it that I am not supposed to be able to fly. It's something about my weight, wing size, air resistance and number of wing...

Trust me I have never lied. But can you imagine my surprise, when in my lampshade I spied, where the largest spider in the world did...

I dream I am lost in a sea of gossamer. A shrouded world without direction, and I pray for a lighthouse to steer my direction home. Far...

To those of you who ponder whether your glass is half full, and find beauty only in a full moon. I simply say...be mindful and thankful...

A recent Eighty Acres sunset got me thinking about what heaven might be like. Just speculating whether there will always be an awesome...

I often lose track of time as I walk the trails of Eighty Acres. Each day's trek is a new adventure as I listen and learn the stories...

Finding beauty in the ordinary requires us to be constantly aware and mindful of our surroundings. Such is the challenge with the Painted...

Pictured above is one of the many whitetail deer who make Eighty Acres their home. Each year bucks grow a set of new antlers and...

My younger brother was my best man at our wedding, but the fog has captured his mind and he now resides in a memory care unit. A...

Hi!. I'm Tom the turkey. Take a good look at me. Come November and Thanksgiving, I'll be hiding and you won't find me strutting across...

Each winter whitetail bucks shed their antlers. It's then I become a shed hunter on Eighty Acres. During the early spring, I spend...

How often have we walked past a simple pinecone laying upon the ground? Why do we become blind to the beauty in the ordinary? Next time...

When and how was this path created on Eighty Acres? Was it simply an old cow path? A deer trail? A loggers road cut through the woods?...